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musubiki · 18 days
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more timeskip mochi outfits and doodles 🐈‍⬛
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beastrambles · 3 months
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Shout out to all of my fellow witches who are too exhausted and busy to do complicated rituals and elaborate spellwork- the simple life does just fine, really.
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ghouljams · 10 months
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Fae someone giving a diamond to their darling and she’s freaking out and they’re like ??? It’s just a silly shiny something
Ok, maybe not a diamond but Fae!Price does shit like this to his witch all the time, menace that he is. She is desperately trying to keep up on repaying him.
"What is that?" You ask, staring at the red resinous cubes that Price is holding out to you on a neat black handkerchief. Your hands are actually starting to shake a little just from seeing it.
"Socotra sap," He says so easily you think he's fucking with you. Your fingers reach out to touch it, reverent.
"Dragon blood I- how did you get your hands on-" You shake your head, pull your hand away, "What is it? A gift? A- a boon?" You wrack your mind for anything you have to repay him for this.
"It doesn't have to be anything," He tugs a string on the edge of the handkerchief and it folds up like a bag. The hard red sap disappearing from view before he holds the offering out to you.
"Everything is something," You say carefully, "What-" You bite your tongue before you can ask a dangerous question, before your greed can get the better of you. What does he want for it? It's magically valuable, you both know that, but you don't think Price has any use for it.
He raises a brow at your silent hesitation, leans against the threshold of your garden. "You're turning it down?" His deep voice jogs you from your thoughts. No, you know turning down his gift has the potential to be worse than accepting it. You just need to repay him.
"No," You tell yourself firmly, "No, it's a very kind gift I just need you to wait here a moment."
Price blinks, but nods. He's more than willing to wait for you, after all that's the only thing he's been doing. Waiting for you to stumble over something so he can pick up a piece of you. He's interested to see what you repay him with. Truth be told the only thing this resin is good for is-
"You smoke right?" You ask, settling jars and various strange books on the wall, "Cigars?"
Ah, that's cute. You remembered. He grins, and sets the bag in your outstretched hand. It's fun watching you pull caps off of jars and sniff them, tugging notated paper free from one of the books as you fish chalk out of your pocket to draw a hasty circle on the wall. He leans close as you bend over the circle to work, smelling the soft floral notes of your shampoo. You make his mouth water.
"You make a lot of cigars?" He asks, instead of biting you when you lean through the threshold. You hum, head bobbing from side to side as you partition out tobacco on leaves.
"Not recently, but I had a client that liked to smoke them before court." Price isn't usually one to envy other men, but God does he feel it licking like fire at his ribs.
"Had?" You nod, opening a jar of sparse white flowers and red roots.
"Wife killed him," you break off a few pieces of the dried root and put it in a little rock bowl. Seemingly too distracted to care about the fantastic story you were avoiding.
"Really," he asks, you're so lovely up close like this, both of you leaning against the brick wall. You look up at him through your lashes with a small smile.
"Nope," you twist your pestle against the root, grinding the root down into a powder, "he decided to quit smoking." You look back at your work, grabbing another bottle. It looks like another root, but at least he knows the flower this time, morning glory. What are you cooking up there?
"I've missed making these." You smile at your work, opening the dragon's blood satchel and breaking a piece off to add to the mortar mixture. Your fingers are so deft, purposeful as you grind the roots and resin down.
He'd love those pretty little fingers to wrap around his cock. Would you even know what to do when they did? Would your nose scrunch up in concentration like it did now, your lips parted just enough to pout as you worked? Oh pretty little witch, would you get on your knees for him and beg?
"You will, " he mumbles. You hum questioningly, glancing at him as he hums back. You must not think it's important enough to question further, must not want to break your precious intent. Witches are always so fond of their focus.
You sprinkle your mixture over the filler tobacco, careful as you combine the two and start rolling the cigar. No, cigars, you portioned out for two. Smart girl, weighing your own value for the gift against your talents. You twist the end of the wrapper, and swipe your finger on an open tin before running it along the end of the wrapper to seal it. You do the same on the other end to cap it.
Price takes the finished cigar when you offer it, watching you work on the second one. It smells good, heady and resinous, and something else. "What's it supposed to do?" He isn't an expert on the herbal fuckery you witches do.
"Hex breaker, command spell, decent smoke," you list, half paying attention to him as you finish your spell, "they need to dry for a day or so, try not to smoke them until then."
Price hums, you keep your focus on your work and not on the way he inspects your gift. His thick fingers twisting the cigar between them, the soft sizzle of evaporating water. You know magic when you hear it, wild magic your grandmother used to call it. The kind you'd never hope to have.
You should hang up additional wards before he lights either of these. There's no telling what a debtor might do with this extra kick, not to mention one who seems set on you. You hold out the second cigar, you don't feel any extra weight from a tether.
"Fair trade," Price tells you, you'd have thought he'd be annoyed but he almost sounds pleased. "Now run along back inside like a good little girl, I know you want to put your new toy away."
You really do, too. You lick your thumb and rub out part of the chalk circle, breaking it easily before you gather your things to take back inside. You're positively brimming with spells that could use a little kick of dragon's blood.
"I'll bring you something nicer tomorrow," Price warns you, you don't hear him as you close the door.
Herbs used: Tobacco, bloodroot, dragon's blood sap, morning glory root
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kittbetelgeuse · 8 months
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Velo and Lucius get fancy, and shake things up a little
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bananadramaaa · 2 years
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Sometimes you don’t need to know everything...
Part1/Part2/Next
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curiousfancy · 8 months
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Amidst the brambles 🌿
Quick process video on how to make my blackberry crown here
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ayatxt · 3 months
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🧞 𓂃 ㅤ۫ ㅤ⊹ ㅤ ᘊ
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👣 𓂃 ㅤ۫ ㅤ⊹ ㅤ ᘊ
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⇢ ˗ˏˋ 24 january 2024 7:27pm ࿐ྂ
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lunarharp · 11 months
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day 1 - fashion/clothes swapping
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bookshelfdreams · 9 months
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americans learn what the middle ages are challenge
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amelia-yap · 2 years
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brushy
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sillyfairygarden · 1 year
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scott ebony darkness dementia way smajor
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petrovna-zamo · 6 months
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Katya is a christmas tree before thanksgiving gay
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frogteethblogteeth · 2 years
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Witch or Sorceress masquerade ball dress by Leon Sault, Paris, 1860s
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soaringpigeonshovel · 5 months
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Kakashi not using his most of his 1000 copy-nin jutsu ever is definitely because a) thinking of new jutsu is hard :( and b) drawing new jutsu is also hard :( however it's funny to imagine it as a commentary on ninjutsu itself. Yeah he knows a ton of jutsu but they all do roughly the same thing. "This one hits someone with—" yeah yeah move along. If it's not a bloodline jutsu it's probably garbage. All the people he stole from are dead for a reason. Actually he took a look at all of your jutsu and his favourite one is the finisher he invented when he was ten <3
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alumirp · 6 months
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This could easily become a series about a town that seems normal but is full of strange secret things.
Like what's going on with the weird doctor who moved into the cabin in the woods. People are convinced he's some kind of witch, but he really just wants to know how to get rid of the werewolf that claws at his door every night, the blond vampire that comes asking for blood, and the greenish zombie that lives in one of the cooling chambers from the fucking morgue.
2/3
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the-witchs-cafe · 1 month
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Niko from Oneshot would turn into a witch in Puella Magi Madoka Magica!
Cause of Witchification: Either they could be stranded in this whole new world and leave behind their loved ones behind, or they could doom this whole world in order to return home; delivering all the folks they have met throughout their journey to return the sun a slow and painful death sentence.
Either decision is not so easy to make, and the consequences will follow them to their grave. No matter what they did, there will be those left behind to pick up the pieces; those negatively affected by their actions. The guilt shall haunt them for the rest of their days.
Requested by @rubi-e
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